Revenge After Death

Chapter 685

The hum of medical equipment and the smell of alcohol disinfectant filled the deathly silent hallway of Huma Hospital.

"Hang in there'

A hoarse and piercing scream reverberated within the sterile room. By the side, the nurse couldn't bring herself to look at the figure.

There was a person barely clinging to life on the hospital bed. His badly burned fingers were clutching tightly onto an ID photo.

"Stephie... Stephie..."

"Your vocal cords are damaged, and they can't be fully restored even with surgery. Please bear with it and try not to speak as much as possible," the doctor softly reminded, feeling sympathetic.

"Okay." He then buried his face into the pillow, allowing the doctor to attend to his mangled wounds.

"How did he manage to endure it?'

"Why must someone so good-looking have to endure all these?"

a miracle he managed

doctor sighed when he stepped out of the

could easily reach level ten, which would greatly affect and overwhelm his senses. Even if he survives them, his sensitivity to pain would numb in the future,"

his fingers, gently wiping the ID photo that

"Wait for me...I'm sorry..."

hoped that she wouldn't blame him for making her

instructed us to monitor him and keep him in the hospital.

can't leave,

the attention of the doctors and bodyguards away from him. Steven was wearing an oversized hooded sweatshirt, enduring the pain all over as he hobbled toward the exit. Pale pink blood oozed out from his leg

the pain he was experiencing. But he refused to let Stephanie wait for him for too

left the hospital, and he spent almost all his effort trying to make it to Stephanie's place. But it was already empty by the time he was

Both her parents passed away, leaving only their daughter alive. I heard she was in

hearing the neighbor's words, Steven turned around and started running ahead with reddening eyes. His wounds were aching, and there was even a risk of him getting infected. Yet, he couldn't possibly let Stephanie

her at the entrance of the

was looking at him

the precise method of erasing memories was

His hoarse voice sounded

though it was what he wanted,